Oh my god, the house is a mess. There’s stuff everywhere. Every surface is covered in stuff as we sort through things before the big move to Sri Lanka. (It turns out I’m a hoarder. I found a belly bar from when my sister and I got matching navel piercings in 2008.) There’s a sort of panic setting in as I realise we’ve signed up to move to a country we’ve never even been to. A good panic, I guess, because I believe life is a big adventure and the fun you have anywhere in the world is what you make of it. Luckily for me, I’ve got my favourite bon vivant for tips, she’s from there you see. Her mum even sent me a list of things I should bring. It’s adorable because it’s very much the kind of list I think my mum would write for me.
Last Australia Day was my first as a card carrying Aussie. I was stuck somewhere I didn’t want to be, with people I didn’t want to be with. I remember watching the national broadcast from Parliament House – anything to get a glimpse of home, then Skyping friends in Canberra, desperately wishing for nothing other than to be home with the people that I have come to think of as family. In that moment I would’ve traded it all….